paroles de chanson Hood Baby Clean - Yung Lan

Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan On The Track
Hundred Bands For A Kilo

Jumped off the porch like a hood baby
Supercharged Porsche cost 280
I ran it up, no stopping me
Bitch these Amiris not Robin Jeans
I got real niggas that'll vouch for me
Youngin in his bag like groceries
Prayed up like rosaries
Young rich nigga make a toast to me
I paid the cost I'm a boss
Pockets on swole Rick Ross
Audemar on Jack Frost
My crib so big got lost
VVs hitting no flaws
Gianni Versace my draws
Just made a million dollar call
Coach Carter ill show you how to ball

Might go fuck up the mall today
Young Tom Brady I call the plays
The bag touch down I'm on the way
I need my money like Andale
Broke ass nigga pipe down
Wrist so flooded might drown
I got this shit out the mud, I built my shit from the ground
Yea I'm on my way up
I'm stacking my paper
My whole team be winning, you niggas be losing, you taking them pay cuts
I ball like a layup, or Kareem with the hoop
I'm Curry with the 30, ill do his ass dirty
I'll show you to shoot

Jumped off the porch like a hood baby
Supercharged Porsche cost 280
I ran it up, no stopping me
Bitch these Amiris not Robin Jeans
I got real niggas that'll vouch for me
Youngin' in his bag like groceries
Prayed up like rosaries
Young rich nigga make a toast to me
I paid the cost I'm a boss
Pockets on swole Rick Ross
Audemar on Jack Frost
My crib so big got lost
VVs hitting no flaws
Gianni Versace my draws
Just made a million dollar call
Coach Carter ill show you how to ball